There hogin' and laughin' wi' muckle pretence, Her talented artist to name it might vex, 'Twas only last summer-I've aye laughed since syne. Sae in his auld garret as sacred she lies, THE LILY O' THE WEST. Tune-"Of a' the airts the Wind can blaw.” Fa' the flowers that ever bloomed On hill and dale, in wood and vale, Sae sweet and fair, what can compare Then let me string my harp, and sing Adorned wi' a' that can adorn, There every grace we trace That earth can love or heaven approve Among the lily race: Sweet Nature's child—young, modest, mild— How can they be exprest Thy cherub charms ?—come to my arms The lily o' the West. How rich, beyond the power o' wealth, Would not I be wi' thee, Thou gem divine, O wert thou mine— No, lovely flower, in yonder bower, Alas, thy lot is cast! But shall I fret, or e'er forget The lily o' the West. May balmy showers and sunshine bright Pervade thy hallowed shade, Thy fairy form may never storm Dishevel or invade; But, soft as dew, may peace on you Benignly ever rest! For lang I'll string my harp, and sing The lily o' the West. TO ARROCHAR AWAY, LASSIE. Air-"Loudon's bonny Woods and Braes.” CHORUS. OW bright the blink of Orion's e'e Though yonder flowery banks and braes Wi' friends baith warm and true, lassie— Unrivalled, lovely Arrochar ! Wi' a' their pomp and glare, lassie: At Arrochar sae fair, lassie. 'Tis there the heart at Nature's shrine In adoration bows, lassie: And on every altar green In nameless rapture glows, lassieThere we leave, on wings sublime, A world o' cares and woes, lassie; So now to live in bliss, the day At Arrochar but close, lassie. How sweet in yonder shady glen The hours their flight will wing, lassie! And O to linger by the burn, Where lovely flow'rets spring, lassie; Then let us thus enjoy the day Wi' burnin' words o' love divine, |